It was awfully tempting to start stroking myself as I lathered my body all the way up to the next. I paused briefly at my groin, then thought - to hel... with it! - and also massaged a healthy wad of the cream into my pubic hair.I spent an unpleasant ten minutes waiting for it all to dry, wrinkling my nose at the chemical smell, and then stepped into the shower and started wiping the cream off with a cloth. I was thrilled to see the hair coming away with it, and within a few minutes, I was. After several hours, CENTCOM sent word that we were to detach what forces we could afford and attempt to disrupt Iraqi command and control. Sergeant Cromwell and I were sent." Just two of you?" The Major raised an eyebrow."Yes, sir," answered Kent evenly."Why only two?" I don't know, sir," answered Sergeant Kent evenly. "I wasn't privy to the reasoning behind the command decision."Major Reynolds stared at the Sergeant thoughtfully. He thought he understood the decision. In Kent's commander's. " How on Earth did someone with no understanding of romance manage to get her to say yes in the first place?" She laughed, taking the offered hand."I must have just caught her on a manic day." Just ask him," Tony suggested with a shrug. "I mean it's not like he's not used to you just coming out and saying stuff. Right?" He'll see that I know what I'm asking isn't socially acceptable though," Marcus argued, pacing back and forth across the small section of the backstage that they'd been. Betty looked at it and sniffed. "Isn't that too little, Master?"Paul smiled. "I think that will do for now. Now Jen, kneel and ask Betty for your spanking."Betty interrupted. "Master, can I get her to smooth my dress first? It's wrinkled."Paul licked his lips. "That's a very good idea. In fact I'll help. Jen you do the front and I'll do the back and then we'll switch."Betty looked at her triumphantly. Jennifer knew she had to do it so, reluctantly, she stood in front of Betty and began to run.